Cara Mia

Dashing,
Dead and ever so dapper.
Your decayed fingers trace portraits on my heart,
Caricatures of destructive love, forbidden love.
Appalling yet ever so appealing. 

Try and try to shake these feelings,
But, Dear, I simply cannot.
Is it the way your skin so pale drapes off your bones?
Or the way you stare?
Empty sockets but I know you see the real me.

No, no.
It's your stubborn attitude.
Refusing to undress yourself at night,
or brush your rotting teeth.
Honestly it can get quite annoying,
but it's just your cry for attention, attention you should have recieved ages ago.

So, Darling come,
Come closer.
Let those ancient stories roll from your withering tongue to my eager ears.
You don't have to, I understand.
Just sit beside me and watch the setting sun,
Afterall we have an eternity.